BLUE DICE

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: January 24, 2013

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i once lived on a yacht, see ?

now it's boxcars, where i dwell
fine women, once, had blown my dice
but now that's blown to hell
.
at first, you have a pair o' dice
then only left two die
and everything you see is crap
through one reptilian eye
.
my pockets once were loaded
and my dice, red hot, in hue
i've lost my lovely dimples
and my dice are now cold blue
.
yes, life was a casino
with no clocks upon the wall
and as the roof was caving in
i noticed not at all
.
i didn't give a deuce
what life had heaped upon my tray
they say God slept on sunday
i was sevens, all the way
.
yet, those tables turn against you
and you lose all touch with felt
for if the cubes get too damned hot
they just begin to melt
.
some people double up the stakes
but i would do it thrice
how red my face must look now
as i sit with my blue dice


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